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Remington
“…And I told him no, I haven’t spoken to my grandfather in four years, and I’m allergic to lobster.” Remington stopped to grin at Wilhelm.
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Ohhh boy. XD
Wilhelm
Remington was grinning like he had made a point. Wilhelm felt his insides shrivel.
“Ah. Excuse me. Why…? What’s lobster?”
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Remington
The boy was too tired to even remember what a lobster was. Remington patted his shoulder, taking on a paternal tone. “It’s a crustacean. You’ll understand in time.”
Something unrelated popped into his head. He took Wilhelm’s other shoulder and held him at arm’s length. His huge teal eyes opened wide, like an otherworldly lighthouse in a storm. “By the way… You wouldn’t randomly wander the halls of the academy in the middle of the night. Would you?”
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Oooohhhh, would he though?
Wilhelm
“Randomly?” He shrugged. Remington’s hand had somehow found a bruise on his shoulder. He met Remington’s intense gaze as levelly as he could. They were about the same height, although Wilhelm doubted he would ever equal the sheer force of nature bound up in Remington, or that he would want to. “Not in the middle of the night. Maybe at the beginning, or right before the sun comes up. Why do you ask?”
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Remington
“Well, it goes against curfew, don’t you know! That’s all. I’m not insinuating that it’s dangerous – I’m just saying, on the off chance that it might cause you trouble, you should stay in bed!”
Yes, that is best.
Remington sighed and changed the subject. “I must leave you. Parting is such sweet sorrow. I have people to talk to, soirées to be invited to. If you need me for anything, Wilhelm Kent, my room is in the North hall. It’s the room with the frosted glass double doors and the animatronic budgie. You can’t miss it!”
The cheerful prince clicked his heels together and bowed. With that, he trotted away, convinced he had done Wilhelm a world of good.
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For those who wish, and for those who don’t.
LeQroi
The meal was over. At last.
Though too late to save his boots. Sugar crystals glinted in a cracking glaze, gilding what had once been supple leather. Shards crisped off smaller than ice shavings, sticky and sharp. Each step left a imprint of prickling glitter to catch the light. Le prix de la vie.
The soup turines passed his unwavering watch on their way back to the scullery borne by blanched faced kitchen maids. Empty. Every last drop eaten on unsuspecting spoons. A cool smile touched the Master Chef’s lips. His chocolate-drop eyes gloated. The infirmary physician would have a full night indeed. The old turnip.
His smile resembled a filet knife sunk in the heart of a sherbet.
What was a pair of sugar bronzed boots? Le prix d’une vie.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Go forth and do valiantly, young Remington.
Wilhelm
He nodded. Curfew and frosted doors were easy to understand. Animatronic budgie was not, but Remington was leaving before Wilhelm could ask for clarification. He waved a quick goodbye.
After all, it was best that his fist had not aquatinted itself with Remington’s face. He almost felt like he had a friend. The thought warmed the place in his chest that had grown hollow. He sighed and realized he was tired.
It was time to brave those corridors again. He gritted his teeth, about faced, and matched into the stream of leaving boys.
One adventure at a time.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Gotta say I am loving the LeQroi scenes. Who wouldn’t want glittery sugar boots?
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He was going to punch Remington the first opportunity he got.
Best thing I’ve heard all day. lolololol
I finally got back on to KP after it not letting me sign in for forever. it’s so glitchy right now.
anyways, I feel once more the urge to dump a character in here. He could totally get along with Remington and Wilhelm, and I would love to pit him against Jasper. Any chance I could dump a cheerful, funny, slightly spoiled German prince into your midst?
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
I would tremble in my boots if I was working for LeQroi. Never has there been a chef with more passion for his art.
Best thing I’ve heard all day. lolololol
I know, right?
I finally got back on to KP after it not letting me sign in for forever. it’s so glitchy right now
Oof, yeah. Sometimes I can’t get in for a few hours, which doesn’t really matter because I have stuff to do in the meantime, but still.
Yes, please, join! Whenever you want! This is the place for spoiled German princes.
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Glad you’re back! *welcome hugs*
Best thing I’ve heard all day. lolololol
Lol. In his defense, he got forced into an awkward social situation. XD
Please do! I shall look forward to meeting him.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
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